The Story of Burglette Part 2

THE STORY OF BURGLETTE (PART 2)

Don't think, I told myself firmly, Just do it! Terrified, I slid my trembling hands into the oven mitts and reached my hands into the cradle beside me. Burglette blew a bubble at me and waved her hands happily in the air.

It only took a few seconds to get too close, however. Suddenly the baby babble stopped and Burglette opened her mouth wide and snapped at my mitts with her teeth. "OOGA!" She screamed angrily, "OOGA BOOGA BOOGA!"

I was ready for her resistance, quickly grabbing the bottle I had brought with me and shoving it into her mouth. It was just then I heard the most horrible sound. Footsteps. Behind me!

I spun around. There my father stood, a terrifyingly tall man with a musty black coat, beady eyes, and wire-rimmed glasses.

"Burglar," he said frowning, "What are you doing to your sister?"

TO BE CONTINUED...